How I did my homework

"Concentrate on your homework, concentrate on your homework," I kept chanting yesterday afternoon. The cheers of my brother computer gaming were distracting me and the more I wanted to think less about it, the more I did. My parents were working nightshift, thus leaving us more free time to play our games. They did not even bother us as one they reached home, they immediately jumped onto the bed and fell asleep. I looked at the homework then at the computer again.The computer seduced and lured me, tearing me away from my important assignments. I had no choice but to give in to the temptation.
I played till late last night, maybe around midnight. Today in school, I lay flat on the table, my eyes already beginning to flicker. There was nothing I could sense but the overwhelming desire of gaming and time seemed to crawl like a snail as I awaited the dismissal of school. I confess that today I was so immersed in day-dreaming that I hallucinate people battling one another in an ultimate showdown and I even stood up and shouted, “Look out, Cawthrone!” Many curious and confused faces swiveled their heads to me as though they had a spring installed.

Upon finding out my addiction the very afternoon, my mother was furious. She caned me and screamed at me, like a hyena. I shouted back, about her not giving me enough freedom. “Freedom?” she screamed. “If I give you too much freedom, it will burst like a balloon!” I rebelliously stormed out of the house, raging while my mother stared at me with crimson eyes. “Fine! Leave!” she screamed. “And never come back!”

I ran away from the hellish home I had as fast as I could. I don’t know how far I ran, but I exerted all my anger on running. I sat down on a bench and placed my hands on my face, doing some soul searching. I was depressed how my family bond is breaking up. I knew that I was addicted, but I didn’t care about homework. Like many other teenagers facing the same problem, I tried to avoid the question. What good does studying do anyway? My only source of pride was from my experience on gaming, but my and friends, even best friends whom I played with for many years, left me.

A few years ago, in my primary school, everyone was playing a famous game, called “Maplestory”. I was the only person in class, maybe even in school, who was a nerdy bookworm and the only hardworking person. Everyday my friends would converse with other friends about the game, completely ignoring me. I soon became lonely and sad, until one day, Fred asked me to try the game. At that time, I felt that if I joined the game, I would have many friends. I did soon, but good things don’t last forever. I played and whiled my life away into secondary school. Everyone there was studious and very soon, my friends left me and I was a loner again. A loner desperate for friends.

I stood up, and immediately found the studious me in my soul. I immediately went back and apologized to my mother. I was surprised that she didn’t scold me for all that I had done. “It’s not too late, child,” said my mother in a gentle tone while embracing me in her arms, “There is always time for improvement, as long as you realize your mistakes.” I swore to my mother that I would not ever interest myself in gaming again.

I realized how gaming could be so detrimental to you and how it would hurt your family. So, fellow gamers, quit your addiction now or the consequences would be unbearable.